There is poison in a smile Malice borne in silence Covert hostility is a game Look for reason to be offended Draw the fangs of folly In a glass of arrogance Bubbles of selfishness Shining under the glare of indignation It’s more...
Raised in the northwest suburbs of Chicago, I have been writing stories since I was ten years old. I spent a lot of time grounded for a wide variety of sundry iniquities including but not limited to passing notes in class, staying out after dark, and what my parents referred to as "smarting off", so I had a lot of time to hone my writing skills.
I attended Columbia College of Chicago which was to me the Haven for self thought intellectuals. Learning to stretch a story from 10 pages to a nearly two hundred page novel took a great many tries and resulted in work that I like to think of as practice runs. It took me nearly two years to finish Stolen, a story that came to me during a visceral nightmare. The journey of the book took me to places I hadn't even considered when I started writing, and at the end of the day, I realized how much of myself and my personal experiences had manifested themselves in the story.
There is a niche in suspense thrillers allowing for human feeling. The traditional thriller has innocent victims, vicious killers, and obsessive but perfect policemen. Boring!!!! Sometimes victims are not quite the innocent pure as the driven snow people perceive them to be. Sometimes policemen have their faults too but are ultimately doing their level best to do their jobs and solve the crimes within the protocols, rules and constraints in which they are forced to do their jobs. And sometimes, the killers themselves are not just acting out of lust or sport but have some darkness in their past which compels them to punish the same person over and over again and with that punishment, they are also punishing themselves.
Short list of loves: Spaghetti, Corey Hart music, tear jerkers, Dark fatalistic prose and poetry, Edgar Allan Poe, and of course, my little rebellions.